i swallow music without words
down my mouth
scraping nothing:
i've extracted all teeth and
sanded rough edges myself
so as to keep this holy.
things are simple when i'm alone
although silence presses ever inwards
like smog on a voyager.
in quiet my mind sings to itself:
she's sweet. i like her nose
because it's so small and straight
and the slender piece of metal in it
that catches the light when she turns her head
reminds me of sculptures at my mom's
hometown temple services
and i like her hair, when it brushes
the tops of her shoulders,
like stars hanging from a mobile
and i like her sad eyes,
even though i'm not sure
what color they shine exactly yet,
her soft lips and swan neck,
i like her so much.
YOU ARE READING
please don't die
شِعرafter dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
